Drafting drafting drafting. Aren’t we always editing and fixing? Did you know that one of the greatest contemporary female poets, Sharon Olds, published a whole collection about her divorce, the adultery committed by her husband, the subsequent landslide of devastation, and ultimately healing. Did you know her collection won dozens of awards, including the biggest … More Prius
If I threw a rock down the gullet of this deep, lonely blog, would it hit at the bottom? Would it splash into some river run-off of old melancholy or all has that all dried up? Lodge itself into the thick damp remnants of fear. Or would that flung rock just hit the dry, cracked … More Echo echo echo echo….
Over tacos and burgers, I told my friend I would do better. I’m always trying to do better. But in the face of this election season, a voice buried by years was triggered to jab, punch, react. This voice of mine has been stunted for awhile. I know the reasons why. I’m learning. I’m riding a … More Conservative Values Will Make Our Country Great Again
Two years ago today, a bunch of us stood in a window-lined waiting room far above November-dirty, Seattle streets. Rain smashed the glass. It was cold and she was dying. That was all most of us knew. We had woken up that morning regular people. That evening, we practiced in our minds how to stand up … More What Two Years Does
Sometimes nostalgia is overrated. Sometimes it hands a person a messy gift of sadness, feelings that had once been wrapped up tight and put away far back in the memory bank. Not long ago, our modern social Machiavelli Facebook decided nostalgia is good for all of us. We are now given reminders of a life … More Entering Dangerous Territory
Acceptance. This word has been orbiting my life for many years. In the last two, especially, acceptance has been like a comet, passing through so close I have to stop and notice. Forty years, compressed, goes something like this: Before I was 20, I moved out of my small hometown. Within three years, I married … More When You F*@k Up and Decide It’s Something Different
Months of a deep fog, of getting hit hard with death so that it makes life seem so strange and wrong. No, death isn’t new. Not when you’re 40. But then it happens that the loss is so supremely different than any before. When it becomes the loss of not just what you had, but … More Grief Gives Way to a Pencil